Although the legend of the impermanence of ghost envoy is not very well known in the specific life, the concept of black and white impermanence is the most famous in the underworld, and is fully qualified to descend in this world as a fantasy hero. Although these ghost servants and evil spirits will be greatly restricted, Zhao Yingkong himself is definitely the most suitable for this Holy Grail battlefield among the crowd.

The green ghost energy around the evil spirit green robe emitted a trace of black smoke under the holy light. When the shrill and harsh roaring sound melted, a light white figure also quietly arrived.

This figure was so indifferent, as if it was a shadow that was completely invisible under the street light, but the pale white smile mask appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the sounds were like the soft and low laughter of my daughter's house.

The first laughter sighed like Wu Nong's soft voice, the second laughter was like a warm and sweet spring breeze, but the third laughter suddenly turned into a bitter cold wind from the underworld. Even the Saint Matthew, who was much stronger than ordinary people under the protection of the holy grace, was stiff and felt that his whole brain was frozen. Before he could come back to his senses, a purple light as warm as water quietly penetrated into his body.

The pain, the severe pain, as if the most cherished faith in my heart was being cut into pieces, spreading in Matthew's heart, which made him wake up suddenly, and the dazzling light as bright as the sun suddenly burst out. Even if the white shadow flashed and retreated, it was swallowed up all of a sudden. However, the beautiful figure belonging to Liying's blank and impermanent figure poked like a balloon and left a very ordinary ghost servant on the spot.

In front of the saints from heaven, ordinary ghosts in the underworld did not have any resistance at all. They were scattered by the illuminated souls without even holding on for half a second, and they did not even have any ashes left behind. The only trace of this was a rift of the underworld that had not yet been closed.

After Matthew's heart was plotted by Bai Wuchang, who was transformed into Sakurakawa, the gray-black aura blade that triggered the Underworld Lord's intention to kill also attacked at the same time. The surging Netherworld poisonous miasma and death energy crazily corroded and destroyed the holy power at the edge of the barrier, cutting out a gap in the originally perfect gospel barrier.

Robin Hood and Hassan, who are already good at speed, naturally would not miss this opportunity. After escaping, they would be silent like muddy bulls entering the sea. Even the family of the Lord was forcibly exiled to the gap between reality and the underworld, and almost completely disappeared into this world overnight.

On the other hand, Matthew defeated the Bow Knight and Assassin in a crushing posture. Although the Crusaders and St. George did not completely defeat Beowulf, they also suppressed him. However, Zhao Yingkong's figure flashed away in his black and white impermanence that day made them always full of vigilance and did not dare to search and sweep. They simply used the gates of heaven and the gospel field as the center, and continued to expand the sphere of influence of heaven.

"Sister Lan, it may not work if you continue like this. Although it is enough to call the archangel, the Nordic forces seem to be a little unsustainable if they continue like this. Once they lose their potential, this plane will completely fall into the control of heaven..."

Arona's face couldn't help but reveal some doubts and hesitation. With their fuel, the erosion speed and scale of the will of heaven can almost be said to be unstoppable. Although Beowulf demonstrated the powerful strength of the demigod hero spirit, whether it is St. George or the perfect knight of the Knights Templar, he had to choose to retreat in the face of his surging and wild offensive like a sea of ​​tides, but his identity as the only spokesperson in the plane of the Valhalla seems to be much worse.

"Nana, you're a little too underestimated by the Valhalla. Although the plane erosion of heaven seems to be very strong, this is the plane trajectory controlled by the Valhalla. And even if heaven is really so unstoppable, it completely expels the consciousness of the Valhalla to occupy this plane, so what if it's what?"

Zhan Lan saw Arona and Zhao Yingkong a little stunned, shook her head and continued, "Do you forget our original purpose? I remember this main mission is to help the Temple of Heroes to retain the Holy Grail battlefield without losing it. As long as you can harvest the soul clone of the Archangel Chang Uli, what else do you care about."

"But isn't the plan to induce the conflict between Paradise and Valhalla intensifying, and ultimately lead to losing control? If Paradise really occupies this plane, how could we deal with Uli?"

Zhao Yingkong asked in confusion, and Zhan Lan just smiled helplessly:

"Do you think Uriel will ignore Jesus after the Archangel arrives, just as nothing happened, and after the summoning is over, will the hostess of the Valkyrie, the Valkyrie, look at Jesus calling friends, and watch the Archangel arrives in the Heavenly Realm, our battlefield is the axis of this plane, and it is of course good to solve Uriel in this plane, but Uriel chooses to put a bigger bet, and we have no reason to let go.

On the first day, the holy court opened by the Templars began to spread from the square to the surroundings, and the chanting prayer poems kept echoing, and even those passing by would feel inexplicably peaceful and stable in their hearts.

On the second day, the plane erosion from heaven was still in a weak stage, but the holy court, which was only a thousand meters, had already enveloped the surrounding blocks and continued to grow along the crisscrossing roads. Among them, people who were not originally believers had a warm smile on their lips. The original anxiety and impatience seemed to be replaced by indifference.

On the third day, the consciousness of heaven further eroded this plane, and almost half of the city was shrouded in the holy court. The inhabitants could see the faint light of Chongshan around them. All calls connected to the outer plane seemed to be disturbed. Zhao Yingkong even felt a sense of repulsion from the gap between reality and the underworld.

On the fourth day, the world reached the level of high-level erosion. Occasionally, light golden light could be seen penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the ground like raindrops. Then, clouds made of light appeared on the ground and drifted upwards again. The sunlight shining around Arona was once again covered by the extremely huge Chongshan spiritual light. Any ripples of light directly caused in the air.

On the fifth day, the erosion of the plane by the heaven consciousness almost reached the critical point, and the Holy Court realm almost completely enveloped the city. The area where Beowulf was located was suppressed from all directions, trying his best to protect the last position of the Nordic Immortal Palace.

On the sixth day, the light golden light had already brightened the main clouds, and even the darkness at night would be completely dispelled by the dazzling light. If someone cuts the skin with a knife at this time, he will find that the wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood that should have flowed out was sealed in his body as if solidified. In the bright gold that was twisted and burned like flames, the archangel Chang Uli, whose light wings emitted a red light, descended to the world.
Chapter completed!